KATIE: It's President's Day here in the United States. The day people save big money on mattresses and Mazdas. The day the banks shut down and the mail stops. Here in the Townhouse though, it's business as usual.
WAFFLES: Hey Boss! Can I be your Chief of Stuff?
KATIE: STAFF, Waffles. You're my Chief of STAFF. It's your job to keep my affairs in order.
WAFFLES: You're having an AFFAIR???
KATIE: NO, Waffles! My affairs–
WAFFLES: BOSS! You're having more than one AFFAIR???
KATIE: Jeez, Waffles. Calm down. My *affairs* are simply my day-to-days. You know, activities, commitments, appearances... Like my daily naps, my morning snack, my mid-afternoon episode of Bird TV. Are you taking notes?
WAFFLES: Um, notes??
WAFFLES: Um. What's a status report?
KATIE: Waffles, I don't think you're taking your responsibilities very seriously.
WAFFLES: I liked it better when I was your chief of stuff.